Woke up in a sweat last night twice. 1st because I dreamed that Indrani was standing on my veranda, letting poison gas through my aircondioner vents. I woke up choking on the acrid stench & rushed to Kaveri’s room to check that the AC was working fine and all is well. At about 3 am I managed to fall asleep again. Only waking up an hour and a half later – again in a panic. It was Peter Mukherjea’s incessant knocks on the door in my dream that woke me up this time- his face contorted and bulging at me through the convex lens” I know you’re there Suchitra. Open the door. Opeeenn the door!! Hee hee haw haw haw haw haw!!! ”
Gotta stop following this Indrani Peter #SheenaMurderMystery (even started thinking about it in hash tags! Yesterday when a friend asked me to send her my postal address I typed #ArnabspeaksToPeter into the phone . Luckily I noticed it before I hit send- uff.
A part of my brain is still refusing to believe it’s true. I need to go on a holiday to Disneyland. With my whole family- mummy daddy sister brother daughter and EVERYONE .Thank them again and again. For not killing me!!!
This is how news affects us. Whether we are aware of it or not. To the extra sensitive & drama queens especially. But not just the social air kissers and storytellers. Everybody I meet/ talk to has a theory on the Peter Indrani story. Especially the mothers. Nobody believes a mother can do something like this. Fathers can apparently- poor guys. But mothers no way.
Many think the police is leaking out false information to the press – I mean the ex husband Sanjeev Khanna couldn’t possibly have said he was sleeping in the car during the murder? BWAHAHAHAHA. Can anything get more ludicrous? Even those who usually refrain from comment on people’s lives have been sucked into it. It’s unavoidable. Too many holes in the story everyone is rushing to fill. How do the police now claim they found the totally decomposed body of Sheena in 2012 May- just a month after the murder? Can a body decompose so entirely in a month even if doused in petrol? Has the driver been put on a polygraph test? Who tipped off the police about the driver possessing the firearm and why?
That Peter Mukherjea’s – day before yesterday he said he never understood what his wife & sis in law were speaking because they spoke in Assamese so didn’t know they had problems. Then yesterday he said he knew that his wife and sis in law had a LOT of problems so he never asked his wife about it because otherwise she gave him a WHOLELOT of problems.
In fact Indrani had come down from Bristol to India in April 2012 to sort out her problem with Sheena but then Sheena disappeared and that is the problem. Peter said it himself on TV ya. Of course the biggest problem that Peter never asked any questions about this problem is now everybody’s problem. Especially the media’s,. But for some reason the police doesn’t seem to think that Peter saying he never believed there was a problem, and therefore kept silent about the problem, is a problem. Problem is, that his son didn’t have a job you see when he was dating Sheena- at least that was Indrani’s problem. So it became Peter’s problem. A family not speaking to one another or Peter saying he has never met his wife’s parents to him is not a problem- Mikhail has a problem? That’s his problem. Let Mikhail produce proof- no problem. My wife is in problem that’s Peter’s problem apparently. After the initial reports of some 100’s of cores being siphoned off and put in Sheena’s names nobody mentions it again. It’s the latest theory of rocket science hitting the airwaves and dominating media that’s the problem. Besides what to say about money- money talks for itself no? Everybody’s statement to police is on police record, public domain. Especially the driver – full and clear. Indrani s statements nobody is asking for or reporting- that’s the problem
In 2010 I wrote and released a book called the Good News Reporter- The fact that no one has heard about it or read it other than my editor at Penguin/ Puffin & my father and sister is not the reason I’m mentioning it. Promoting the book is not the agenda here. The good news reporter is the story of a small town woman who seduces a television media tycoon and uses him ruthlessly to climb up the career ladder & fulfil her own ambitions. A father who’s blinded by his infatuation to a beautiful much younger go getting conniving schemer, refusing to see through her games. My main protagonist was of course the 12 year old daughter of the television tycoon, who not only manages to free her father from the crutches of his greedy girlfriend, but embarks on the mission of saving the world by starting her own kiddie televison show- one good news story at a time. I’m idealistic you know, I like happy stories & happy endings and the diaboilical is way beyond my imagination. Even for writers of horror & raunch, I mean even the bravest writer will not have the guts to plot twist a story the way the Sheena Murder Mystery is unfolding. Its beyond mere diabolical its Satanic.
Oh I forgot to mention my 3rd dream of last night – the final one. So coming back to that -The doorbell rang again. Only this time it was Nishikant Kamat – the director of Drishyam. Looking to bounce off some ideas to make its sequel- never mind that Drishyam itself is a remake of a Jeethu Joseph original Paapanasam which is a remake of the Malayam original Drishyam.. Dreams are not coherent creatures. Nightmares even worse
‘So what if we start Drishyam 2 with a scene between the protagonist Ajay Devgan & Tabu” says Nishikanth to me. In the Malayalam and Tamil original it is apparently the wife who kills the villain and not the daughter as is in the Hindi version.
So yes we start Drishyam 2 (Hindi) with a scene between Ajay & Tabu.
Ajay tells Tabu that he will lead her to the body of her murdered son buried under the police station. So Tabu can cremate her son and get closure and also her job and honour back. But first Ajay tells Tabu she must help him find the money his wife and his wife’s lover have stolen and hidden from him. Ajay’s wife’s lover. Tabu’s murdered son’s classmate.
Tabu looking stern: Who killed my son?
Ajay – twisting his mouth cynically “iSnt it your job to find out”
Tabu- looking down sadly “I lost my job thanks to you remember? And why are you telling me all this now”
Ajay “Because my wife killed your son who is my daughter’s classmate, because he was threatening to expose my wife if she didn’t give him the money”
Tabu ,head bouncing in confusion : ” What money?”
Ajay squinting heroically “600 crore.
Tabu staring quizzically, scratching her brow : “But you’re a cablewala. TV wala. How do you have so much money? Chori? ”
Ajay scorning menacingly “ You don’t need to know that. Find my wife. Half the money is yours. On the way to this money you’ll find many graveyards. Be careful not to trip into one in your high heels”
Tabu, hands on hips defiantly: “Abbey aee Shaaniye. Ek tho help maangta hai, aur phir misogyny dikhata hai? “
So what is the genre I’m asking even as I’m forcing my eyes to open and break my dream. All these digging up dead body visuals are making me sick. Love story? Drama? Feminist? Horror?
Oh never mind. “You better go back to sleep Suchitra – You’ve been having a nightmare. All of elite India has”
“What do you mean by elite India?”
“Yeah this stuff is very common in rural and small town India apparently. Haven’t you watched those Saavdhaan India and crime Patrol shows? You must ya. They are fantastic
“Jeez no. Thanks but no thanks. I’m off to Disneyland you see. Weeeeeeeeeee”